I woke at 4.05 this morning when the chap in the next bed woke me to tell me that he thought I was going to snore. "Was I snoring?” “No. But you sounded as though you might." Eh?
It took me a while to realise it was a dream.
I have always been told that one of my (obviously few) good points was that I didn't snore. Having said that "the girls" tell me when we go away to croquet tournaments that I do snore sometimes. Ah well. Good job I generally sleep alone these days.
The rest of my morning in bed was peppered with more nightmares.
I’m not going to bed early (ie before midnight) again if that’s what happens.